Photo Credits — Remington Write / Spending a summer afternoon at Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx

Visiting The Dead (People)

And their magnificent (living) trees

It was so quiet. In every direction, the rolling hills were studded with stone. The entrance was grand and curiously pagoda-like in structure.

The day was already heating up and any hopes that being up among all these spreading, beautiful trees would mitigate that heat were vaporating. Still, the glories of Woodlawn Cemetery were…




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Writing because I can’t not write.

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